Last spring a sweet gathering of creative souls joined with us for our retreat Poetry and the Sacred Garden of the World in Chartres, France. We had a wonderful group of participants and I am delighted to share some of their poems. Pour a cup of tea and savor for a while. From Carol Everson Ode to Nurses’ Aides Here’s to the handler of bedpans and colostomy bags whose fingernails grow fertilized by feces. To the bather and dresser and undresser and put-to-bedder who wishes sweet dreams to the departing. To the listener to stories told a thousand times, who

In April, 18 creative souls gathered with us for our retreat on Inismor – Sacred Rhythms of Sky, Sun, Sea and Stone. We had a wonderful group with participants from all over the U.S., Canada, U.K., and Australia. I am delighted to share some of their poems. Pour a cup of tea, imagine yourself on a windswept limestone island in the Atlantic, and savor for a while. From Kathy Marsh Morning Blessing Lilting through the air, The full-hearted song of bird Weaves into the air, Braiding into a joy That touches the landscape and Tapestries into The crevassed walls; The

In April, 18 creative souls gathered with us for our retreat on Inismor – Sacred Rhythms of Sky, Sun, Sea and Stone. We had a wonderful group with participants from all over the U.S., Canada, U.K., and Australia. I am delighted to share some of their poems. Pour a cup of tea, imagine yourself on a windswept limestone island in the Atlantic, and savor for a while. From Cyndera Quackenbush Wind You came in Spring What seed survived your incessant stirrings? Plenty – Yet you swept away all falsehood A wind-whipped cleansing Of all not Rooted Branches, no longer reaching,

In April, 18 creative souls gathered with us for our retreat on Inismor – Sacred Rhythms of Sky, Sun, Sea and Stone. We had a wonderful group with participants from all over the U.S., Canada, U.K., and Australia. I am delighted to share some of their poems. Pour a cup of tea, imagine yourself on a windswept limestone island in the Atlantic, and savor for a while. From Katharine Kane: Inishmore fairies Passing the leaf bare brambles Glimpse the fiery sun Stone etching welcome Misting from selkies haven Ancient rebirthing Waking Up in the City In praise of the city noise